That ancient culture did not have blue. I am the
world’s smart dues ex machina. I recently viewed the teaser for Denis
Villanueve’s Arrival slated to hit theatres in November and it immediately
jumped to my most anticipated flick for the rest of this heretofore largely
terrible cinematic year. Or has it been all that terrible? I’ll
have to analyze deeper but I am pumped for this. Amy Adams and Villanueve have
earned automatic anticipation after years of consistency and excellance.
Savvy readers may recall that Sicario made into onto my list of fave flicks of
2015. They’d have to be very savvy readers since I never actually finished or
posted that article, giggle. Sicario was great though, fucking loved it! And I’ve seen the full length trailer
and I’m even more excited. I will no
doubt be there opening day and will purchase an extra large popcorn and fruit
juice and after viewing the film I will go to a bar and try to drown my sorrows
though my sorrows will no doubt learn to swim (hot damn, Achtung Baby by U2 is
such an amazing perfect album!).
I keep waiting for the day when Danielle De Niese may release another disc but now I wonder if that day will ever come. It is understandable as she seems to be rather busy with live shows but I still hope it may come to pass. Her voice is honey. It has saved me multiple times when sitting in my car (where, oddly, I am safest of all)
I become panoramic. I recall her explaining to me how to summon one and what it could possibly look like. It is strange to know what could be awaiting you in the night. the newscaster was talking directly to me last night. in the middle of the broadcast he said my name and then explained what would happen next. I received an email with a coupon for five dollars American off. Yes, there are weird and horrible things lurking about when the sun goes down and I am alone in the bedroom. Sometimes in the…. Tormentor, what an interesting word. Everything becomes so heavy and we find ourselves in two worlds at the same time. nothing is outside my head anymore. Tapping on the window. There is communication from outside intelligences. Be very careful about what you read, about what you put into your mind and soul. States of consciousness is a big problem. think back to your night lights. Did the room ever become fully immersed? When you were looking at things from the little bed. Did someone slowly appear in the doorway and then move toward you. my mouth was very dry.
Savvy readers with elephantine memories may recall the vow I made last year to read every book written by Donna Tartt. This goal came about after finishing her novel The Secret History and feeling it was one of the best books I’ve ever read in my miserable life. I still feel that way, now more than ever! So I am pleased as punch to say that having recently finished her novel The Little Friend, I am now 2/3 of the way through her bibliography. Of course, this is made easier by the fact that she has only published 3 books but my passion remains the same. I recently purchased a copy of The Goldfinch and I look forward to digging into that tome at some point in the ever uncertain future.
Grace’s voice helped to counteract the voice of the nightmare. An old man wishing to be let in. It’s junk. That’s probably what I will conclude. But is junk so bad? I love junk. But if greatness if possible, why settle for junk? Though it’s genesis has been a fascinating spectacle. I can see all the wires, all the snips. Chris Cornell’s 2009 album Scream is such a bizarre creation. I still have no idea if I like it or not but I do find it fascinating. I wanna quickly compliment Alice in Chains on their classiness. Even after the death of the irreplaceable Layne Staley they found a way to move on in a grand and respectful fashion and the two post-Layne albums they’ve thus far released definitely stack up against any of their previous work. They also rock the hardness live. I love eating big slabs of undercooked red meat, especially if they have a lot of squishy fat on em! I like sides of mashed potatoes and applesauce. Such is the nature of wisdom.
A major theme of my
life is self-loathing. I definitely need
to read more works of Robert Crumb. I might
eat a slice of pizza later on but I’m not sure.
I’ve been watching the original Star Trek series lately and have been
thoroughly enjoying it. I watched part
of a documentary today that was absolutely terrifying! Props to the documentarian. Many many props and kudos. I’m reading the novelization of the movie
Suicide Squad. In my experience
novelizations are utter crapola (though I recall the novelization of X2 being
so great I may have to tirelessly search my posh flat until I encounter my
tattered old copy and read it 7 times in a row while drinking big frosty glasses
of rich chocolate Ovaltine to keep me going.
Also, I’ve wanted to read the novelization of Event Horizon for so long I
know deep down that I never truly will and this resignation fills me with the
profoundest despair). The Suicide Squad
one was written by great comics writer Marv Wolfman! Something I think is gosh-darn swell about
these types of books is they are often adapted from the original screenplay itself
which may differ – sometimes considerably – from the eventual released film so
in that way you are seeing a vision into what might have been and sometimes
that vision may crush you with all the unrealized potential.
Yes, he is caught in
that electrical storm right now, tied around the wrists. He uses the communicator (connected by
latex?) and is speaking with someone who was in charge of finance or perhaps a
small office, always a tinge of mocking in her voice. Ah, struggles. Beating and handcuffs and everything coming
down to scissors as it oh so often does.
And seams. I think there are
definitely seams and dark hair that was bleached.
I’m off to churn some
butter now! I don’t know when I’ll be
back!
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